Confusion

The back alley of Imphal was hard packed mud.  On one side was a steep bank cluttered with garbage falling into a meandering stream.  On the other side houses and shops packed in together to form a tight row of overlapping structured.  Even from a distance, the aged raw wood told stories of community, heartache, and the mysteries of living.  Even as I found myself drifting into the wonder of this extended family within a community, the overlay of a mother at work struck a confusing cord.  She was sweeping the hard packed mud, keeping her neighborhood clean.
I found myself realizing that no matter how obvious something may seem I may not really understand anything.  I expected the people not to care about the mud around their homes.  I expected the ambivalence that most people have when it comes to their communities to extend into this tiny community in Imphal.  I expected something that was not even close to reality.
An old story tells of the unexpected.  “Suddenly two men appeared-in white robes!  They said, 'You Galileans!-why do you just stand here looking up at an empty sky?  This very Jesus who was taken up from among you to heaven will come as certainly-and mysteriously-as he left.'”  (Acts 1.10, 11)
I find that I am often far more confused than I am willing to admit.  I think I know what I doing, but I wonder.  I believe I know what I am seeing, yet my blindness often greater than my sight.  I have a lot of confusion in my life, most of my own making.
There is an alternative.  You and I can open ourselves up to divine inspiration.  You and I can be alert to the ways that God is speaking to and with us.  The Spirit is here to guide, if we are willing.
Today is an opportunity to walk with God.  Being open to God is the first step in eliminating the confusion that haunts our journeys. Everything is possible, anything can happen.  Today can be really fun.